What Am I?

I am human.
I am not a metaphor, nor a phrase, nor an object.
I am not the ocean that is full of wonders and mysteries.
I am not the universe, not infinite nor filled with endless possibilities.

I am human.
Not an unsung hero nor a glorified story.
I am not a part of legends nor the future of men.

I am not rich, nor poor, nor fat, nor thin.
I am not limited by my pages nor the frame this life had started me with.

I am not shaped by the misgivings of the world,
Nor am I lifted by the generosity of it.

I am human.

I am not the answer to your prayers
Nor am I the cause of your questions.

I am the flesh that covers my body that shields me from harm.
I am the words that leaves my mouth, the letters that I write.
I am my dreams, my lessons, my flaws, and my strength.
I am the thoughts that fill my head,
And the path that I pave.

I am my own person,
My own choice,
My own creation.

I am my seconds, my minutes and my hours.
I am human.